Лэнгстон Хьюз (Langston Hughes) Текст оригинала на английском языке Dream Deferred What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over— like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode? |
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